As I read this, I’m sitting in my easy chair with Merlin next to me, on his back, getting his tummy rubbed, purring madly, and discussing the article with me every few seconds. “Mreeoww”
My typos and incoherent posts are due to cats tip toeing across the keyboard and pacing in front of the screen. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Yesterday, one of the feral kitties decided to relax on the printer and watch me intently. They may never be domesticated enough to be petted but they’re coming inside to eat, cat nap on recliner and slept on the couch the past two nights. But don’t look at them or they’ll scatter.